My head now dangled between my arms as I lay over his lap, my ass perched high in the air. Mr Sung was watching closely which only turned me on more. Whack! Whack! Whack! I felt the stings as Mr Thompsonâ€™s hand came down on my cheeks – hard and relentless. He moved from one cheek to the other, never really hitting one area on a repeated basis. I knew I was in trouble.This was the third time I had been late this week. Mr Thompson haMy head now dangled between my arms as I lay over his lap, my ass perched high in the air. Mr Sung was watching closely which only turned me on more. Whack! Whack! Whack! I felt the stings as Mr Thompsonâ€™s hand came down on my cheeks – hard and relentless. He moved from one cheek to the other, never really hitting one area on a repeated basis.
I knew I was in trouble.
This was the third time I had been late this week. Mr Thompson had been more than fair to me in the pastâ€¦ but I was pushing his understanding to the limit.
I really wanted to keep my jobâ€¦ but I also love morning sex. There is nothing like a good hard fucking to start my day. It gets the blood pumping and I just lose all track of time when Iâ€™m having fun.
My pussy was still throbbing from Nathanâ€™s morning pounding as I sat on the bus. I sat up the back, two seats from the end next to the window. There was a couple next to me and some school kids messing around jumping from seat to seat.
Each bump pushed on my still-hard clit and the hum of the bus was going right through me. The ride took forever and kept me on edge the whole time, which kept my mind off what Mr Thompson would say.
But as I walked into work my stomach my stomach started churning. I walked straight to my desk and started working. It was already 10.30am and I should have started at 8.30!
Mitch the stock boy walked in
â€œHa, ha, ha!â€ he said â€œIt was nice knowing you.â€
Then Stacy the receptionist called me
â€œLeigh did you check your emails? Sorry babe.â€
I so didnâ€™t want to look at the email at any of them but I had to. Scanning the list I saw a message from reception.
â€˜You are required to report to Mr Thompsonâ€™s office the moment you walk in the building.â€™
Taking a long breath I looked at one or two more emails then decided to get it over with. I walked slowly upstairs to Mr Thompsonâ€™s office and stood in the reception area that led into his office. His PA Carol called and let him know I was there.
â€œTake a seat, he will call you in soon.â€ she said without a smile. My heart was pounding harder than Nathan had pounded my pussy this morning.
I waited five minutes or so – cursing my horny pussy for needing a regular fucking. My head was running over different excuses and stories I could use to try and keep my job. I heard the phone ring, Carol answered it.
â€œHe is ready for you Leigh.â€
I stood up; sucked in a few deep breaths and walked towards the door. Carol didnâ€™t even look at me as I passed her. I opened the door and walked straight in. A step or two into the office I noticed Mr Sung. He was the VP in charge of international sales.
I sat down on the chair in front of Mr Thompsonâ€™s large, old oak desk.
Mr Thompson was about 45, greying a little and very distinguished. He had run the company for the last 5 years, taking over after his father passed away. He had a look that could burn a hole straight through you where you stood but also a kind touch that could make your knees weak.
He always wore a perfectly cut suit. I had often thought what he would be like in bed, he was the most powerful person I had ever met and the most self-controlled boss I knew.
Mr Sung was a small man from China. He had worked for the company for three years and helped it prosper in new fields of electronic media. I thought it was strange that he was here for my firing, but I guessed he was a witness.
Mr Thompson then informed me Mr Sung had taken up a role in Hong Kong and would be leaving tomorrow.
He stood and walked around to the front of his desk. Taking his glasses off and putting the end of one arm in his mouth he sighed,
â€œLeigh I have to say I am really disappointed in you.â€ he began. â€œAfter our last meeting I was sure you understood that I would have to take drastic action the next time you broke company rules. I have given you many chances – many more than many others. I have done this because I see a person with the potential to be so much more than what you are right now.â€
I couldnâ€™t look at him so I stared at the floor. I felt his hand touch my chin and lift my face up so my eyes met his. The churning in my stomach stopped and a pulse of pleasure went straight to the troublemaker and man pleaser.
â€œWhat do you have to say for yourself?â€ he asked.
A million things raced through my mind. I was hoping for one of them to drop into a slot and a good excuse to come out, but nothing good came up.
â€œWell do you not want to explain yourself? This is your time.â€ he said in a concerned voice.
â€œThe truth is Mr Thompsonâ€¦â€ I paused. I couldnâ€™t I couldnâ€™t say I was late for the third time because I was getting fucked. I held it in. â€œI was busy.â€ I said instead.
â€œNo Leigh thatâ€™s not good enough. Busy doing what? Mr Sung is busy but he made it on time today. Carol is always busy but makes it on time. So what was so important that stopped you? â€œ
I was squirming on my chair for some reason being called to account scared me but also made me horny and really wet. Mr Thompson kneeled next to me. He put his hand on my leg.
â€œTell me Leigh what am I to do? No reason, no honesty , no anything.â€ His concerned tone stoked the fire burning in my pussy. His touch sent shivers up my spine. I stayed silent. He stood up.
â€œWell I donâ€™t think I have much choice. I think itâ€™s time I let youâ€¦â€
â€œNo! No! Donâ€™t say it!â€ I cut him off. I had nothing to lose.
â€œMr Thompson I was late because I was getting fucked well and good and lost track of time.â€
The words were out before I even thought about what I was saying. I was more scared now than ever before but my pussy was even wetter. I felt like a naughty school girl just confessed to the principal.
â€œIâ€™m sorry Mr Thompson. I really am. Please donâ€™t fire me – I love my job. Please. I will make it up I promise.â€
Mr Thompson walked over to Mr Sung and they discussed something for a moment or two. Nodding their heads they had decided.
â€œYou intrigue me Leigh. I have never been given truth like that ever before it showed great courage. The fact is I was going to fire you.â€
â€œI know Mr Thompson.â€ I said.
â€œLeigh, be quiet. Right now is not the time to talk.â€ He rebutted me. I felt like I had been put in the naughty corner. Again my pussy throbbed.
â€œInstead of firing you, I think we have worked out your problem and may have a solution to make things work in the future. I have discussed it with Mr Sung and we both agree.â€
â€œYes sir what is it?â€ I pleaded, desperate to know.
â€œWell I believe you are a really a naughty girl and in so I believe a spanking is in order.â€
â€˜A spanking?â€™ I repeated in my head. I was shocked. I have been spanked during a good fuck but never on its own.
â€œOr,â€ he continued, â€œI will just have to let you go.â€
I thought about it for a moment. My mind was racing.
â€˜Will it hurt? Will he see my wet, bald pussy? I canâ€™t. Bosses donâ€™t do thisâ€¦â€™
Mr Thompsonâ€™s voice interrupted my thoughts
â€œWell Leigh w
hat is it to be?â€
Mr Sung poured himself a scotch from the extensive bar in the corner of the office and moved to the lounge area. I stood up and looked at Mr Thompson. My heart was racing, my pussy was throbbing and my nipples, harder than ever before, ached.
â€œThank you my Thompson.â€ I said sucking in a deep breath, â€œI will take my spanking now.â€
He told me to pick up the chair I was sitting on and move it in front of the lounge area. To my surprise my pussy juice had left a wet patch already.
I carried the chair over and placed it about a meter in front of Mr Sung. Mr Thompson walked over and noticed my wet patch. Grabbing a cushion off the sofa he placed it on the chair, and then sat down.
I could feel my juices running down my legs I was so scared, so horny and so lost in the moment. He told me to take off my skirt and lay on his lap. I dis as I was told. Only my thin panties hid my womanhood.
â€œBefore I do this you must understand that you cannot break any more rules.â€ Mr Thompson said.
â€œI wonâ€™t Mr Thompson thank you.â€ I said.
My head now dangled between my arms as I lay over his lap, my ass perched high in the air. Mr Sung was watching closely which only turned me on more.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
I felt the stings as Mr Thompsonâ€™s hand came down on my cheeks – hard and relentless. He moved from one cheek to the other, never really hitting one area on a repeated basis.
The tears start to fall ask the juice dripped from my hole. I had lost count of the number of blows – sure it was never going to end but not wanting it to stop either.
â€œYou have ten left. Please remove your silks.â€
I stood my ass stinging and throbbing. I did as I was told and took off my panties. Then I laid back down.
He felt my butt. His hand rubbed my slit and two fingers glanced over my inner walls. I sighed
â€œNo.” he replied. “Now you get the rest of your punishment.â€
Mr Sung gave Mr Thompson what looked like a ping-pong bat covered in black leather.
â€œThis is for you.â€ he stated. He brought the paddle down hard 10 times on my red, stinging ass cheeks.
I did not say a word. My pussy was now doing all the talking. I came repeatedly squirting pussy juice all over the rug.
Mr Thompson thanked Mr Sung and he left the office.
I stood up. Mr Thompson walked back behind his desk and ripped up the papers in front of him. My termination papers I guess.
I dressed still in shock and awe. My pussy was churning for more. I had just cum while being spanked by my boss, in front of another man. I could barely hide my smile. I walked over to his big desk and thanked him for another chance. He smiled.
â€œItâ€™s my pleasure Leigh be good now. You can go.â€
As I walked out of the office Carol smiled at me.
â€˜Does she know?â€™ I wondered. It didnâ€™t matter. I still had my job.
I walked to my desk and sat down, my sore cheeks soothed by the cold leather chair. Each time I moved I remembered and got wet all over again.
I havenâ€™t been late since but I often think about it on the bus.
â€˜Would it be worth being late one more time just to see what would happen?…â€™
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